"Well!"
A muffled humming sound came from Tong Ziqing's nasal cavity.
She held onto the ground in pain, only to feel a sharp tearing pain on her back.
Xu Shi fell on the shattered stone tip, scratching the skin on her back.
Tong Ziqing bit her lower lip tightly, endured the pain, and hugged Long Yunzhan's leg: "Squad leader, you can't go... that force... is too strong, you... you can't go..."
Long Yunzhan looked worriedly at the battlefield shrouded in profound energy.
The worry in his heart almost drove him crazy.
Long Yunzhan could no longer hear Tong Ziqing's voice.
He lowered his head and was about to push Tong Ziqing away.
His gaze touched Tong Ziqing's slender back that was stained red with blood.
His pupils suddenly tightened.
The fine stone tip cut through Tong Ziqing's coarse green shirt.
It exposed the upper half of her back.
Blood covered that ugly scar that would never go away.
The bright red blood stung his eyes.
Long Yunzhan's expression froze and he came back to his senses.
"Are you... are you okay?" He leaned over and hugged Tong Ziqing, who was covered in a mess, in his arms.
Warm blood covered his palm.
This is... the scar on Tong Ziqing's back for him.
Now, this scar spread again because of his pushing.
Looking at the woman with red eyes, but extremely enduring the pain, she just kept repeating the words telling him not to go over and so on.
Long Yunzhan's heart couldn't hold on any longer, so he let go of Tong Ziqing and rushed into the battlefield to help Ye Qingluo.
That is the effort of this small meeting.
On the battlefield, there was an explosion sound of the collision of profound forces.
Long Yunzhan immediately raised his eyes and looked over.
I saw that petite figure standing firmly in the hurricane.
She clings to the Flame Devouring Fan and confronts the old man's palm wind in mid-air.
The surrounding air also faintly trembled.
The terrifying aura set off one wave after another, layer upon layer.
Just looking at it, I feel extremely shocked.
After the two forces collided again.
The profound energy dissipated, leaving nothing.
Ye Qingluo took a few steps back.
Her feet made a long mark on the blood-stained ground.
The old man just took a small step back.
The old man squinted his dark eyes and stared deeply at Ye Qingluo: "Little girl, you have good aptitude. At first I thought that I could withstand the attack of the old man. In this realm of Nirvana, I am afraid that there is no second person. I didn't expect ... You little girl actually blocked the old man's attack."
He pursed his lips and said with a bewitching smile: "Little girl, are you interested in being the disciple of the old man? If you become the disciple of the old man, the old man will definitely teach you everything the old man knows."
"Grandpa, you really want old cows to eat tender grass." Ye Qingluo looked at the old man with disgust and surprise, and then shook his head vigorously, "I'm a serious girl, grandpa, we don't want to date .”
"Don't toast, don't eat fine wine!" In the eyes of the old man, it was his honor to be favored by this group of humble human beings.
How dare this insolent little girl refuse him
Moreover, the words are so... ugly!
"Little girl, I would like to give you a piece of advice. The realm of Nirvana is about to perish. As long as you become my disciple, I will be able to take you out of the realm of Nirvana and live in other planes."
The old man's dark eyes stared at Ye Qingluo's eyes without blinking.
perish
Ye Qingluo was slightly taken aback.
Could it be... the dark forces, this old man who came from nowhere, and that "adult" who never showed up, want to destroy... the entire realm of Nirvana